I had a nightmare
last night that my hair...
Since my brain can't cup anything
Let me do the thing that I love doing...
Our love;
was like that of a bright red rose...
I have demons
But he doubts them...
I am sad, and its not
a you can hug me till I feel better sad...
Kiss me under the moonlight
before the heavens steal it from the night...
In her eyes lay salt crystals of regret,
pain trying to escape her heart...
You walk alone,
You stand alone...
It is not that someone directly tells you that you...
you grow up and its not that you weren't pretty...
Anxiety disorders are not something to be...
It is not feeling nervous from time to time...
That guilty look on your face
Telling me something is out of place...
Brown crayon's cross over lines
rebellious, was my nickname...